Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Visage to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Tim Buckley,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alison Limerick,
Duran Duran,
Smog,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
Kurtis Blow,
Minor Threat,
Marine Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
John Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erasure,
Nils Olav,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Danielle Patucci,
Panda Bear,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.